Climbing back inside.

Dec 01, 2012 16:47

I don't remember the first time I saw her. Everyone says that they remember the first time they meet their 'true love'. They talk like the clouds break open and God (Pick one, any is good, I don't give a shit.) sends a single shaft of sunlight down to illuminate the object of their affections while birds sing and angels throw confetti. They talk ( Read more... )

don't help the wounded

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grneyedwoman December 2 2012, 01:09:27 UTC
*Sigh* Lovely.

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wallbrat December 2 2012, 20:34:13 UTC
Nice

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